"Is this here?" There was still about five kilometers away, and Fengyun Shang dropped Qingyun, pretending to be a porter and rushed towards the city.

The cities of monks have always been much larger than the cities of ordinary people, not only because there are more people in the city of monks, but also because the area per person in the city of monks is larger. In order to facilitate cultivation, each monk has

The area required is several times that of ordinary people.

On the way, Fengyun Shang knocked out a lone businessman and took him outside the official road in an instant. With his cultivation in the realm of gods, he instantly exploded with physical and magical powers, and disturbed the surrounding pedestrians with his spiritual thoughts, so few people saw him.

What comes out.

However, a few monks with good cultivation seemed to have noticed something, but they should be adhering to the principle of doing more than doing less. There was not much, they just flickered their eyes and left. If they waited until they arrived at the city

Among them, there was news that a mysterious person was wanted by the City Lord's Mansion, and they could come forward and tell a story.

After Fengyun Shang changed his clothes, he originally planned to kill people and silence them. After all, strictly speaking, the relationship between the ancient tribe and the divine court was still hostile. However, he thought that during the war, both sides seemed to intentionally restrain themselves and not cause harm to ordinary people.

, so he still resisted the intention of killing and silencing him.

Putting a magic weapon into the man's arms is not a particularly powerful magic weapon, at least for today's Fengyun Shang. This magic weapon can ensure that the ordinary person who was knocked unconscious by him will not be halfway through.

When you wake up, you won't be eaten by some wild beast. After the incident is over, this magic weapon will be Fengyun Shang's apology to this person.

At the speed of an ordinary person, he picked up the man's goods and headed towards the city. For some reason, Feng Yunshang had some more ideas in his mind.

Nowadays, among the three realms, the Fairy Court is the most respected, and the three lower courts and the ancient tribes are separate. Although the three courts have been resisting the Fairy Court, in fact, they are only resisting the immortals, and at most they are accompanied by fairies and fairies.

.

Those ordinary mortals at the lowest level are, in the final analysis, nothing more than pitiful creatures. Perhaps it was because of this thought that Feng Yun Shang spared that man's life at the last moment and left a magic weapon for him.

"Master, if you instill these thoughts into your disciples, they will understand." Feng Yunshang murmured to himself. In fact, there was a trace of self-blame behind the thoughts just now.

When the sky falls, there are tall men who hold it up, but now it is they, the tall men, who do not hold up the sky.

Feng Yunshang actually had similar thoughts to the previous thoughts. Although they were not as mature as the thoughts that Hongjun instilled in him, they still existed.

But the thoughts behind it are not Fengyun Shang's own thoughts. Fengyun Shang has never felt that he owes anything to the counter-complaining beings of the Three Realms.

Only when you save yourself can others save you. In his opinion, the ordinary creatures in the three realms are enslaved and oppressed. It is not the fault of others, but they can only blame themselves for not knowing how to save themselves.

"But there must always be pioneers. In the final analysis, it is us pioneers who have not done well." A little realization came to Dao's heart again, and Fengyun Shang knew that this was Hongjun talking to him.

After pondering for a while, he realized that Yang Ju was the one who founded the city today. He really didn't have much confidence in his heart, so it would still fall on Hongjun in the end.

If that's the case, let's keep talking. It just so happens that the master and apprentice have never had a heart-to-heart talk.

"Master, what you have done is good enough. It is not that the forerunners did not do well, but that we latecomers did not keep up." Fengyun Shang murmured in his heart, "When I was in university and Taoist academy, I saw some

material.

"It has been millions of years since the establishment of the Divine Court. But during these millions of years, the Divine Court has only been resting on its laurels and resting on its laurels. Perhaps the current Divine Court is better than the Divine Court a million years ago.

It is a hundred times, a thousand times more powerful. However, these are just the foundations left by the first generation of God Emperors."

"Basically speaking, there is no difference between the Divine Court now and the Divine Court a million years ago." Fengyun Shang still rushed towards the city unhurriedly. With his current state of mind, compared with ordinary people,

With the speed of the journey, the time it took him to reach the city was enough for him to talk to Hongjun.

"After the first-generation God Emperor established the Divine Court, he died due to the recurrence of his old illness. Then the second-generation God Emperor took over the position of God Emperor and overcame all obstacles to create the Divine Court in the outer wilderness. Today, the Divine Court has a territory of millions of miles in the outer wilderness.

It was shot down at that time.”

Hongjun was silent for a long time. The death of the first-generation God Emperor was announced to the outside world as just a recurrence of an old illness. But how could they, the real decision-makers of the Divine Court, not know how the first-generation God Emperor died.

Even among the later God-Emperors, there were six people who claimed to have died from the recurrence of old illnesses, but were they really the ones who died from the recurrence of old illnesses?

Sanqing monks can extend their lifespan indefinitely on their own, and there are countless ways to do so, so how can they die from old injuries?

"Under the gaze of the Immortal Court, it is not easy to avoid losing the place of the martyrs." Hongjun didn't know what kind of mentality he had when he reflected these words on Fengyun Shang's Taoist heart.

In the Divine Court, the divine emperors of all dynasties were wise and brave, and they had many capable ministers under their command, either with astonishing ingenuity or with unparalleled fighting prowess. No one was afraid of death and dared to fight to the death, but they could only stick to the territory of the martyrs.

Not even half a cent was deposited.

This situation has existed for millions of years. Hongjun couldn't help but feel uncomfortable after seeing it for millions of years.

"Yes, it is indeed not easy. From this point of view, your majesties are all heroes among men. If we can let them stand on the same starting line as the immortals, we still don't know who will win and who will lose." Fengyun Shang did not deny it.

On the contrary, he worshiped the achievements of the God-Emperors of the past dynasties.

Mountains smashed mosquitoes. That mosquito persisted for millions of years without being smashed to death. How can people not admire it?

"It's just that your majesties have tied their own hands too much." Fengyun Shang's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Hongjun's heart.

"How do you say this?" Hongjun's brows couldn't help but frown. Today's conversation with Feng Yun Shang was supposed to be about him speaking and Feng Yun Shang listening, but it unknowingly turned into a dispute between them.

This is not bad. His little disciple is worthy of being an emperor in the mortal world. He has his own ideas and dares to express them. In this way, he can safely hand over the Hongjun lineage to him.
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